FELIX\r\n                         Bullseye.\r\n                         \r\n          Felix looks up from his Shotgun. All around him, other\r\n          Chapter Members line up in a row, firing their Guns at\r\n          Bottles. Some are wearing Green Army Field Jackets.\r\n                         \r\n          Nearby, a couple of fold-up tables stocked with plates of\r\n          Grilled Meat and Bowls of Cheese Doodles. Flip is locked in\r\n          conversation with Walter, who could not care less about the\r\n          Firing Range behind him.\r\n                         \r\n